English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. Songs of Rejoicing. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) Songs of Rejoicing Songs of rejoicin’, Of love and of cheer, Are the songs that I’m yearnin’ for Year after year. The songs about children Who laugh in their glee Are the songs worth the singin’, The bright songs for me. Songs […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. Mother. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) Mother Never a sigh for the cares that she bore for me Never a thought of the joys that flew by; Her one regret that she couldn’t do more for me, Thoughtless and selfish, her Master was I. Oh, the long […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. Bud. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) Bud Who is it lives to the full every minute, Gets all the joy and the fun that is in it? Tough as they make ’em, and ready to race, Fit for a battle and fit for a chase, Heedless of buttons […]
English Poetry. Archibald Lampman. The Return of the Year. Арчибальд Лемпман.
Archibald Lampman (Арчибальд Лемпман) The Return of the Year Again the warm bare earth, the noon That hangs upon her healing scars, The midnight round, the great red moon, The mother with her brood of stars, The mist-rack and the wakening rain Blown soft in many a […]
English Poetry. Coventry Patmore. A London Fête. Ковентри Патмор (Пэтмор).
Coventry Patmore (Ковентри Патмор (Пэтмор)) A London Fête All night fell hammers, shock on shock; With echoes Newgate’s granite clang’d: The scaffold built, at eight o’clock They brought the man out to be hang’d. Then came from all the people there A single cry, that shook the air; […]
English Poetry. Archibald Lampman. Forest Moods. Арчибальд Лемпман.
Archibald Lampman (Арчибальд Лемпман) Forest Moods There is singing of birds in the deep wet woods, In the heart of the listening solitudes, Pewees, and thrushes, and sparrows, not few, And all the notes of their throats are true. The thrush from the innermost ash takes on […]
English Poetry. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson. With a Flower. Эмили Дикинсон.
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон) With a Flower I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too — And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower, That, fading from your vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me Almost a […]
English Poetry. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson. Resurrection. Эмили Дикинсон.
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон) Resurrection ‘T was a long parting, but the time For interview had come; Before the judgment-seat of God, The last and second time These fleshless lovers met, A heaven in a gaze, A heaven of heavens, the privilege Of one another’s eyes. […]
English Poetry. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson. Love’s Baptism. Эмили Дикинсон.
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон) Love’s Baptism I’m ceded, I’ve stopped being theirs; The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now, And they can put it with my dolls, My childhood, and the string of spools I’ve finished threading […]
English Poetry. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson. In Vain. Эмили Дикинсон.
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон) In Vain I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf The sexton keeps the key to, Putting up Our life, his porcelain, Like a cup Discarded of the housewife, Quaint […]
English Poetry. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson. Bequest. Эмили Дикинсон.
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон) Bequest You left me, sweet, two legacies, — A legacy of love A Heavenly Father would content, Had He the offer of; You left me boundaries of pain Capacious as the sea, Between eternity and time, Your consciousness and me. Emily […]
English Poetry. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson. Dare You See a Soul. Эмили Дикинсон.
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон) * * * Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat? Then crouch within the door — Red — is the Fire’s common tint — But when the vivid Ore Has vanquished Flame’s conditions, It quivers from the Forge Without a color, […]
English Poetry. Eva Gore-Booth. Secret Waters. Эва Гор-Бут.
Eva Gore-Booth (Эва Гор-Бут) Secret Waters Lo, in my soul there lies a hidden lake, High in the mountains, fed by rain and snow, The sudden thundering avalanche divine, And the bright waters’ everlasting flow, Far from the highways’ dusty glare and heat. Dearer it is and holier, […]
English Poetry. Eva Gore-Booth. The Dreamer. Эва Гор-Бут.
Eva Gore-Booth (Эва Гор-Бут) The Dreamer All night I stumble through the fields of light, And chase in dreams the starry rays divine That shine through soft folds of the robe of night, Hung like a curtain round a sacred shrine. When daylight dawns I leave the […]
English Poetry. George Henry Borrow. The Old Oak. Джордж Генри Борроу.
George Henry Borrow (Джордж Генри Борроу) The Old Oak Here have I stood, the pride of the park, In winter with snow on my frozen bark; In spring ‘mong the flowers that smiling she spread, And among my own leaves when summer was fled. Three hundred years my […]
English Poetry. Coventry Patmore. The Year. Ковентри Патмор (Пэтмор).
Coventry Patmore (Ковентри Патмор (Пэтмор)) The Year The crocus, while the days are dark, Unfolds its saffron sheen; At April’s touch the crudest bark Discovers gems of green. Then sleep the seasons, full of might; While slowly swells the pod And rounds the peach, and in the […]
English Poetry. James Weldon Johnson. I Hear the Stars still Singing. Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон.
James Weldon Johnson (Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон) * * * I hear the stars still singing To the beautiful, silent night, As they speed with noiseless winging Their ever westward flight. I hear the waves still falling On the stretch of lonely shore, But the sound of a sweet […]
English Poetry. James Weldon Johnson. The Glory of the Day Was in Her Face. Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон.
James Weldon Johnson (Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон) * * * The glory of the day was in her face, The beauty of the night was in her eyes. And over all her loveliness, the grace Of Morning blushing in the early skies. And in her voice, the calling […]
English Poetry. Helen Gray Cone. The Going out of the Tide. Хелен Грей Коун.
Helen Gray Cone (Хелен Грей Коун) The Going out of the Tide The eastern heaven was all faint amethyst, Whereon the moon hung dreaming in the mist; To north yet drifted one long delicate plume Of roseate cloud; like snow the ocean-spume. Now when the first foreboding […]
English Poetry. Helen Gray Cone. Arraignment. Хелен Грей Коун.
Helen Gray Cone (Хелен Грей Коун) Arraignment “Not ye who have stoned, not ye who have smitten us,” cry The sad, great souls, as they go out hence into dark, “Not ye we accuse, though for you was our passion borne; And ye we reproach not, who silently […]
English Poetry. Helen Gray Cone. Silence. Хелен Грей Коун.
Helen Gray Cone (Хелен Грей Коун) Silence Why should I sing of earth or heaven? not rather rest, Powerless to speak of that which hath my soul possessed,— For full possession dumb? Yea, Silence, that were best. And though for what it failed to sound I brake […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. It Couldn’t Be Done. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) It Couldn’t Be Done Somebody said that it couldn’t be done But he with a chuckle replied That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried. So he buckled right in with the trace of […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. See It Through. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) See It Through When you’re up against a trouble, Meet it squarely, face to face; Lift your chin and set your shoulders, Plant your feet and take a brace. When it’s vain to try to dodge it, Do the best that you […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. A Toast to the Men. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) A Toast to the Men Dedicated to the Women Here’s to the men! Since Adam’s time They’ve always been the same; Whenever anything goes wrong, The woman is to blame. From early morn to late at night, The men fault-finders are; […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. The Little Orphan. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) The Little Orphan The crowded street his playground is, a patch of blue his sky; A puddle in a vacant lot his sea where ships pass by: Poor little orphan boy of five, the city smoke and grime Taint every cooling breeze […]
English Poetry. Walter Savage Landor. Twenty Years Hence My Eyes May Grow. Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор.
Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор) * * * Twenty years hence my eyes may grow If not quite dim, yet rather so, Still yours from others they shall know Twenty years hence. Twenty years hence tho’ it may hap That I be call’d to take a nap […]
English Poetry. Coventry Patmore. Departure. Ковентри Патмор (Пэтмор).
Coventry Patmore (Ковентри Патмор (Пэтмор)) Departure It was not like your great and gracious ways! Do you, that have naught other to lament, Never, my Love, repent Of how, that July afternoon, You went, With sudden, unintelligible phrase, And frighten’d eye, Upon your journey of so many days […]
English Poetry. Walter Savage Landor. The Gates of Fame and of the Grave. Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор.
Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор) * * * The gates of fame and of the grave Stand under the same architrave. Walter Savage Landor’s other poems: To Barry Cornwall Ternissa! You Are Fled! Twenty Years Hence My Eyes May Grow Fiesole Idyl Ah What Avails the Sceptred […]
English Poetry. Walter Savage Landor. Ianthe! You Are Call’d to Cross the Sea!. Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор.
Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор) * * * Ianthe! you are call’d to cross the sea! A path forbidden me! Remember, while the Sun his blessing sheds Upon the mountain-heads, How often we have watcht him laying down His brow, and dropt our own Against each other’s, […]
English Poetry. Walter Savage Landor. Past Ruin’d Ilion Helen Lives. Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор.
Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор) * * * Past ruin’d Ilion Helen lives, Alcestis rises from the shades; Verse calls them forth; ’tis verse that gives Immortal youth to mortal maids. Soon shall Oblivion’s deepening veil Hide all the peopled hills you see, The gay, the […]
English Poetry. Ina Donna Coolbrith. December. Ина Донна Кулбрит.
Ina Donna Coolbrith (Ина Донна Кулбрит) December Now the Summer all is over! We have wandered through the clover, We have plucked in wood and lea Blue-bell and anemone. We were children of the Sun, Very brown to look upon; We were stained, hands and lips, With […]
English Poetry. Ina Donna Coolbrith. The Sea-Shell. Ина Донна Кулбрит.
Ina Donna Coolbrith (Ина Донна Кулбрит) The Sea-Shell “AND love will stay, a summer’s day!” A long wave rippled up the strand, She flashed a white hand through the spray And plucked a sea-shell from the sand; And laughed — ” O doubting heart, have peace! When faith […]
English Poetry. Ina Donna Coolbrith. The Bribe. Ина Донна Кулбрит.
Ina Donna Coolbrith (Ина Донна Кулбрит) The Bribe ‘All These I Will Give Thee’ World plaudits! Glamour of the tinsel crowd In adulation! Fame, the meator Fame, And Youth, still golden Youth! The price-a Soul. Failure! -if it be failure still to hold The Dream unbroken! […]
English Poetry. Ina Donna Coolbrith. A Birthday Rhyme. Ина Донна Кулбрит.
Ina Donna Coolbrith (Ина Донна Кулбрит) A Birthday Rhyme So glide the days, dear! Dawn will not delay, Noontide will come, nor linger in its flight; And even-time in turn must pass away Into the darkness of a dreamless night. Hold fast, Beloved, thy season of delight: Make […]
English Poetry. Ina Donna Coolbrith. In Ended Days, a Child, I Trod Thy Sands. Ина Донна Кулбрит.
Ina Donna Coolbrith (Ина Донна Кулбрит) * * * In ended days, a child, I trod thy sands, The sands unbuilded, rank with brush and brier And blossom—chased the sea-foam on thy strands, Young city of my love and my desire! I saw thy barren hills against the […]
English Poetry. Ina Donna Coolbrith. When the Grass Shall Cover Me. Ина Донна Кулбрит.
Ina Donna Coolbrith (Ина Донна Кулбрит) * * * When the grass shall cover me, Head to foot where I am lying; When not any wind that blows, Summer blooms nor winter snows, Shall awake me to your sighing: Close above me as you pass, You will […]
English Poetry. George Henry Borrow. Sadness. Джордж Генри Борроу.
George Henry Borrow (Джордж Генри Борроу) Sadness Lo, a pallid fleecy vapour Far along the East is spread; Every star has quench’d its taper, Lately glimmering over head. On the leaves, that bend so lowly, Drops of crystal water gleam; Yawning wide, the peasant slowly Drives afield his […]
English Poetry. Arthur William Symons. The Old Women. Артур Саймонс (Симонс).
Arthur William Symons (Артур Саймонс (Симонс)) The Old Women They pass upon their old, tremulous feet, Creeping with little satchels down the street, And they remember, many years ago, Passing that way in silks. They wander, slow And solitary, through the city ways, And they alone remember those […]
English Poetry. George Henry Borrow. Madness. Джордж Генри Борроу.
George Henry Borrow (Джордж Генри Борроу) Madness What darkens, what darkens?-‘t is heaven’s high roof: What lightens?-‘t is Heckla’s flame, shooting aloof: The proud, the majestic, the rugged old Thor, The mightiest giant the North ever saw, Transform’d to a mountain, stands there in the field, With ice […]
English Poetry. Helen Gray Cone. The First Guest. Хелен Грей Коун.
Helen Gray Cone (Хелен Грей Коун) The First Guest When the house is finished, Death enters. Eastern Proverb Life’s House being ready all, Each chamber fair and dumb, Ere life, the Lord, is come With pomp into his hall,— Ere Toil has trod the floors, Ere […]